Stacking Passives in a High-Martial World

Transmigrating into a high-martial world where everyone is an athlete, Chen Kuang also obtained a cheat that allows him to refresh events daily to stack passive abilities. Chen Kuang thought he sho...

Chapter 112: Taoism is divided into nine grades, but Chen Kuang is not among them

In a sense, the fire was truly powerful. Amidst the absolute solemnity and silence of "Jiang Xue", it was still able to remain extinguished.

I also know whether he died from the severance of his heart meridians or was angered to death by Li Yan...

However, I didn't want to let us die in such a complicated way, or in other words, I didn't want to let Elder Bai go so easily when he asked me to fight him in public.

As the storm raged, several pillars of snow fell from the sky, like an avalanche, and the raging wildfires on both sides of the river were extinguished by the biting cold wind.

I paused, restrained my smile, and said warmly:

We heard the sect's words clearly and vaguely, and at this moment everyone looked calm, fearing that the sect would really go back on its word and kill us all.

Along with the sunken vortex, it also dissolved into a huge pit.

But Elder Bai had no way to deal with it.

He is unworthy of the name "Chen Kuang is a grinder".

The Yihuo Sect...will truly fall apart from now on!

That totally goes against the common sense we have in our cognition!

Elder Bai's breath slowed down, and he was filled with rage and blood. Adding to the internal injuries he suffered, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Elder Bai had never been so bewildered. He looked at the Yihuo Sect disciples and whispered, "They must have forgotten that it was the Yihuo Sect that nurtured them with their skills and elixirs! That's why they haven't achieved their current cultivation!"

Zongmen clapped his hands with a smile and said softly, "Bad words."

The fact that the sect jumped eight small realms in a row and killed the Baoyue realm was indeed incredible for a special cultivator. However, in the next seven thousand years, there were many geniuses, and there were also those weaker than Shen Xingzhu. It was still unknown whether the sect could retreat ten times in this situation.

It is obvious that the sect is taking advantage of the demoralized people to change their ideas and sow discord, but why would I sow discord at that time?

You have no idea what to do!

Li Yanlun said, "It's me, and it's only me."

The sect wants to kill not only people, I want to destroy Li Yan's entire spirit!

We may have had similar thoughts in our minds, but the sect’s blunt statement of it really came as a great shock.

I laughed and said, "Until the elder proves that he really died for Li Yan, but for his own selfish reasons, he brought his disciples to die."

Wensi waved his hand, and a ball of river water flew up, instantly trapping the huge flame.

Wensi looked at the mortal boy, more confused than ever: "It's not me?"

Li Yan's words sounded bad, but Elder Bai didn't have a single ominous feeling in his heart.

And these one hundred people, amidst the sound and trace, quietly turned into ashes...

When they came forward, no one even shouted directly: "Chen Kuangdao, if he really has feelings for the Yihuo Sect and is doing good for the Yihuo Sect, he should have left the real fire seed!"

But if you say that now, it will already help.

"Is it less or not less weak?"

You took two steps forward, and in the time it took for the sect leader to sigh, he said:

The "Chen Kuangshimo Fire" that was emitting a terrifying coldness in the air had not yet been surrounded by the light snow and was in a stalemate.

"He, he...Puff!"

Zongmen narrowed his eyes. The power transformed by his artistic conception was very strange, like the extension of his consciousness, which was indescribable.

With every step he took, the power transformed from "Jiang Xue" became more concrete according to his will.

Bai Luoyan pondered for a moment, and said meaningfully: "He thinks he is weak, and he is weak."

As soon as these words were spoken, the remaining Yihuo Wanjie people immediately turned their eyes to Elder Bai.

The sect leader was still counting: "Seven breaths."

The tingling sense of security that accompanies every snowflake makes one's nerves tense.

Zongmen said: "Goodbye, Li Yanlun."

That area is not yet under our control.

The old woman in the middle of the river heard all these noises, her chest heaving violently, and she clenched the charred cane in her hand.

As soon as I finished speaking, everyone saw that the flame, which had expanded dozens of times, returned to its original shape in a few breaths, and was still shrinking!

My voice pierced through the wind and snow, leaving Li Yanlun and the other Yihuo Wanjie people stunned.

At the same time, when we wanted to practice the exercises to move forward, we suddenly discovered that the spiritual energy in our bodies and in the surrounding environment had also become silent and without any response.

There are twists and turns.

The wind leaves traces, and the snow falls with sounds.

The remaining Yihuo Wanjie people were not only scared this time, but also panicked.

What really makes it stop is the power transformed from the poetic atmosphere.

We will think that we are the first hope of Yihuo Sect and should be the master of Yihuo Sect.

"One breath."

"You chose the wrong path."

Wen Si was silent for a long time, then asked, "Is he speaking human language?"

The disciples of Yihuo Sect were silent for a moment, and then a faint commotion could be heard from the front, including the voices of condemnation.

"Did he die for his selfish desire to avenge his grandson?"

Before leaving, you hadn't arranged for a few elders to stay behind. They were all your own people, and you brought a few young bad guys with you to the Yihuo Sect...

Even Wensi, who was under the boat ahead, felt something in his heart and revealed a solemn expression. He looked at the snow flying all over the sky and murmured, "Your junior brother... is dead."

Elder Bai's voice was dry. As the sect retreated step by step, you truly felt the confusion and despair of your grandson at that time.

I asked, “Why?”

Elder Bai's face turned pale and blue, but his trembling left hand remained raised.

Elder Bai narrowed his eyes, gritted his teeth and shouted hoarsely, "Zongmen! Is he going to follow his oath?!"

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